Kiss and Break Up (Magnolia Cove, #1)(11)

“Let’s not talk about such nasty shit before dinner, thanks.”

With a growl, she stomped out of the room.

Grabbing the basketball from beside my bed, I tossed it at the door hard enough to make it close.

“Slam dunk, motherfucker.” I restarted the game and waited to be teleported back to the lobby. “Finally,” I said, seeing Peggy’s username pop up.

I started a chat and typed out a message.



F*ckoffandie666: Yo, yo, Frecks. Where you been??



Her character wandered around in circles, sword bared, then stopped as she responded.



PegSue12: napping



She didn’t even ask how I was, so far up her own curvaceous ass she was.

I frowned, scratching my face for a beat. She liked to nap, sure, but that was her answer for everything these past four days. Since the party.



F*ckoffandie666: sounds positively riveting



She didn’t respond, and we played a few rounds before her silence finally got the better of me and I shut the game off.

She was upset, and though I knew it had everything to do with her feeling embarrassed about what’d happened with Byron, I was sick of it. She’d never stayed upset about anything this long before. Even when her grandparents had died, she’d at least spoken to me.

I got up, combed my fingers through my hair, checked my teeth, and threw on a clean shirt and my leather jacket before grabbing the keys to my Rover.

I parked in the narrow dirt lane near the creek that sat behind her tiny house, spinning my keys around my finger as I strolled past her neighbor’s fence to their unfenced yard.

I pocketed my keys and slid the window open, then I jumped up and dived onto her bed.

“Oh my God, watch it!”

My eyes popped out of my head when I tried to find purchase and felt something large, soft, and … shit. Her tit.

Christ.

She started whacking at my chest, and my dick stiffened. I froze, then quickly pulled my hand away and rolled over. “My bad. Jesus. Calm down.”





Peggy



“A little warning would’ve been nice,” I said.

“Warnings make life boring. But hey, your tits are kind of nice.”

I got up and stomped out of the room to put on the bra that had been hanging over my desk chair.

When I returned, Dash was studying me, running a finger over his brow with his other arm tucked behind his head. “So I’m done with this weird-ass mopey behavior.”

“I’m not being mopey,” I said, righting my shirt. “I’m mortified. There’s a difference.”

And in just over a week’s time, we’d be back at school, where I’d be forced to live this embarrassment down. To be honest, I wished it’d hurry up so we could get it over with.

“Come on. You’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before. Remember that time in seventh grade gym?”

It’d replayed vividly in my head for months afterward whenever I’d gotten my period. “This isn’t the same as getting your first period and having your best friend shout, Dear God, who left the beetroot on the fucking chair?”

He spun his hand. “You’re welcome.”

“Beetroot? In the gym? Beetroot is purple.”

“Like they even noticed. They were too busy laughing.”

I groaned. “Yeah, at me.”

“For thinking you’d sat in beetroot, not bled all over your gym shorts.”

“Ugh, be quiet.”

He mimicked me, then laughed when I tossed a sneaker at his head. It missed and bounced off the wall. “You’re a psycho, Freckles.” He patted the bed. “Come, tell me all your girl-tastic problems. Let’s get this shit aired so we can go back to being the gun-slinging duo everyone loves to fear.”

I raised a brow. “Girl-tastic?”

“You are a girl, last I saw.” He waggled those thick brows. “And felt.”

My eyes went wide. “Ew.”

“Is the thought of me seeing you naked really so bad?”

“It ranks high on the bad scale, for sure.” Though, thankfully, it’d been some time since that’d accidentally happened.

He mock gasped. “I’m deeply offended.”

“Pegs, have you taken my push-up bra?” Mom called, halting in the doorway with her fluffy purple dressing gown on. “Oh, hey Dash. How’s your mom?”

“Still a superficial bitch, thanks for asking.”

I could feel my cheeks tinge as Mom looked at me, waiting.

Dash snorted.

“Uh, yeah. I wore it last weekend to the party.” I started digging through my hamper, which was only half full due to hanging at home since the sneeze that’d dampened my spirits and ruined a chance at, I don’t know, something.

“It’s dirty?” Mom made a whining sound. “Never mind. I’ll buy another one with my next paycheck.” She stabbed a finger at me when I straightened, her lace yellow bra dangling from my finger. “Keep it. But don’t touch this new one.”

Then she was gone, the pipes groaning as she shut the bathroom door and turned on the shower.

“That would drive me insane.”

“What, sharing a bra with your mom?”